My father stood there with the same blank look on his face. I pressed my blood-soaked hands over her wound, trying to stop the flow. It was no use. She was already dead from blunt force trauma and excessive blood loss. He must have done this while I was in the shower.
By this time, my brothers had come running into the room. Maxim kept calm, but Lev fell to his knees crying when he saw the homicide in front of him. He was sobbing and screaming. "Mommy! No, please, Mommy. Wake up, Mommy!!"
He was fourteen years old.
My father snapped out of his daze and yelled at Lev. "Shut the fuck up, boy! Nothing can be done now, and you howling like a goddam girl isn't helping. You're nothing but a sissy. Get the fuck up off the floor and act like a man."
My brother was still crying, paying no mind to my father. He was trembling and shaking so violently I thought he was having a fucking seizure. His body was going into shock.
My dad ran towards him, clenching his bloody fists in the air, snarling, and breathing heavily like a wild Boar. I gently laid my mother's head down on the floor, stood up quickly, and grabbed the gun from my waistband.
The front of my jeans was painted dark red, and the smell of blood assaulted my nostrils. It was the first time I ever encountered the strange scent, a mixture of iron and metal.
My voice was calm but very angry.
" Don't you fucking touch him, you mother fucker!" I sneered. I never used that tone with my father…ever! He immediately stopped and turned towards me, forgetting all about Lev. I had the gun loaded and aimed right at his fucking head. I bet he wasn't expecting that. He didn't move.
His voice was low and shaky.
"Now, boy, put that gun down before you do something you'll regret." Lev stopped crying and looked at me with a confused expression. Maxim just stood there quietly, silent tears falling down his cheeks. Neither one of them knew what to do. They were both traumatized seeing my mother's lifeless body lying there in a swirling pool of blood. I looked at the two of them, nodding towards the second floor.
"Both of you get out of here. I'm going to remove this fucking cancerous tumor that has been feeding off of us for years, once and for all."
Neither one of them moved. They were both horrified. My voice was smooth and gentle. I didn't want them to lose their shit completely.
"Maxim, get Lev off the floor and take him upstairs to his room. I want you to stay with him. Do not leave him alone for one minute. I will deal with this piece of shit myself."
Maxim snapped out of his trance and pulled my brother from the floor, removing him from the crime scene in our living room. That just left me and my father facing one another. A hunter and its prey. This time, I was the hunter.
I was livid. All the rage I had held in for the last ten years bubbled to the surface like boiling water. Still pointing the gun at his head, I ordered him to kneel.
"Now look here, Dimitri.” He said nervously.
"I-I know you are upset with me because I was a bit too hard on you growing up, but it was for your own good, boy. I needed to toughen you up to work for the government. They can't take in sissies like your brothers. I always knew you were the strong one."
I looked at him, seething.
"Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit, and get on your fucking knees…NOW! Don't let me repeat it, or I will cut your throat and watch you bleed like a stuck pig."
My father threw his hands up in surrender.
"Alright, alright, son. Now, don't get excited. I'll do as you ask. We can talk this through. Like I said, I know I was harsh with you, but it had to be done."
He kneeled as instructed. The look of terror on his face was something I will cherish as long as I live. I walked over and stood before him with an evil smile spread across my lips. I brought my hand down and brutally whacked him on the back of the head with the muzzle of my gun, grinning from ear to ear when I heard the sickening sound of his skull cracking. He immediately raised his hands to shield himself from another blow while begging me to listen.
"Shut the fuck up, you demented bastard!" I yelled.
"You think I am going to kill you because of the way you treated me? That isn't the reason, you sick fuck. I am going to blow your brains out all over this floor because you tortured my mother for years and just killed her in cold blood. I will show you the same mercy you showed her for the past eighteen years, you piece of human garbage."
He tried covering his head with his hands to stop the bleeding. The red liquid trickled down the side of his temples and onto the floor.
"Please, Dimitri. I am your father, for God’s sake. Show some compassion!"
I aimed the gun right in his face, smirking like the devil.
Of course, father. I will show you the same compassion you showed all of us. I'll see you in hell, mother fucker!"
I pulled the trigger and blew his head clean off his shoulders. Blood spattered everywhere, along with grey brain matter that stuck to the walls, the floor, and my clothes. It looked like the Texas Chain Saw Massacre had visited our sitting room, and it didn't affect me at all.
